Living With The Brakes On

It seems like the worst of my depression has lifted. I'm no longer curled up in the fetal position, and I haven't cried in days.

That hitting the wall part? I'm blaming it on my ovaries. While I chose to keep them, I learned that the removal of one's uterus can piss off one's ovaries. Sometimes they are temporarily pissed, other times they keep hold of their grudge permanently.

However, things still aren't right. Not by a long shot. This existential crisis has forced me to admit that things weren't good even before my hysterectomy. So, there's still work to be done.

I've been living life with the brakes on.